Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Whoa, shit,” a familiar voice grunted. “Sorry about that.” Two large hands wrapped around my arms and pulled me up. “I didn’t see you there, little Shannon,” Gibsie chuckled as he set me on my feet. “Are you okay?” I had done enough stalking to know that wherever Gerard Gibson was, Johnny Kavanagh was never far behind, and vice versa. That was a worrying concept considering the war that had been just declared on me. I nodded once and tried to sidestep him. Problem was, Gibsie intercepted my move and blocked my path. “Hey,” he coaxed, tone suddenly serious. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?” “I’m f-fine,” I sniffled, desperately trying to keep my sobs at bay. It didn’t work. The minute he crouched down and made eye contact with me, a huge sob racked my body. “Shit,” he muttered, looking around nervously. “I did hurt you.” “N-no, you d-didn’t. I just n-need to g-go h-home,” I spluttered, crying like a baby right in front of him. “Right n-now.” It was all too much for me. The blood. The threats. The panic. It was too much and I was freaking out. “Should I hug you?” I shook my head. “Should I take you home?” I shrugged helplessly. “Right now?” I sniffled in response. “Yeah, uh, okay,” Gibsie replied, tone laced with confusion. “I’ll take you home now.” “Shannon?” The sound of my name being called out, followed a few moments later by Johnny coming to stand beside Gibsie, only confirmed my theory about the pair traveling in a pack. “What’s wrong?” Johnny demanded, eye...